A purple drop escaped the gold-tipped fingernail. The Empress stared, fascinated as it evaporated before reaching the ground.
Poison, a marvelous thing. It brought a certain elegance to what was altogether a brutish deed.
“You did well, Ti” said the Empress, her green lips curving into a dangerous smile. Ti knew it was time to leave, but the curiosity became too strong to resist.
“If I may Empress… Why poison? It is not in our clan’s tradition… ”
“Oh, my dear Ti. Have you forgotten who I am?” Read more…
“Are you sure you wanna do this?” said the computer. It was the twentieth time Ali asked and each time he phrased it differently. Something told Nina he was actually enjoying it. He sounded way too cheerful for an AI locked up in the Pure Alliance Compliance Centre, the infamous PACC. The occupants preferred to call it Pisspot Asylum Crushing Citizenry. That was the mild version.
“Are you sure it is the right course of action?” or he was testing her anger treshold.
“Shut up Ali.” she said, gritting her teeth and typing furiously.
“You are playing with the Universe, Nina.” Ali wouldn’t give up.
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” of course she was playing with the Universe. That was the only way to get out of this shithole.
The toe looked more like a grey pebble sticking out of the sand, than a human part. Tina got a whiff of the familiar stench of a decomposing body. She found that after years of experience she could guess the cause of death just by sniffing long enough. It took her less than few seconds to guess this case was more peculiar than any she had before.
Oh, there was no doubt it was murder. After all, the guy’s head was missing. Still, there was something odd about that toe. The whole body reeked of ocean, of course, with a trace of alcohol and petrol. She moved closer and wrinkled her nose after smelling his toe again. There it was. The scent was altogether different from the rest of the corpse. Now it was only a matter of finding out why did it smell like blueberries and buttered popcorn and the case would be solved.
Sitting on the edge of Platform 11, Sky tried her best to forget about the nightmare that was about to come to life on the very airship she called her home. She felt the pull of air as her legs danced freely outside the massive metal frame. A friendly technician called out her name, warning her about the dangers of relaxing so close to an open gate. Others would stop by to cheerfully say hello to their favorite pilot, then scurry back to their jobs.
‘As if they didn’t know.’ she thought bitterly. Read more…
The life of a foximunk is not as easy as one would think.
When a foximunk is born, a ritual is immediately performed to determine what magical ability they innately possess. Then the Council of Parents test their survival abilities of the little ones by abandoning them for at least a week in the wilderness. An eternally long, terrifying, and wit-crushing week.
Sounds fun, doesn’t it? Read more…